Chapter 225 Red plum blossoms are like flames, warming the heart in winter

Howl! Howl! Howl!

The wind howled like ghosts and wolves, and it kept roaring.

Heavy snow fell, and ice froze everywhere.

The temperature reached minus 65 degrees Celsius.

Mu Ning held the child tightly and protected him in her arms, but even if she wrapped herself in clothes and covered herself with a quilt, she still felt the cold invading from all directions.

Her limbs trembled with cold, and her ears were red and cold, itching unbearably, as if they were about to freeze.

"Mom, I'm cold..."

The child cried out in her arms, and she looked at the child whose face turned pale, shivered, and curled up into a ball.

Her heart ached.

As a native of Yuanhai City, she had not developed the anti-freezing physique that ordinary people in polar regions have.

She could not stand such severe cold.

"Mom, hug me."

The breath she exhaled turned into ice as soon as it touched the air. She hugged the child tightly in her arms.

She looked at the empty "home". She had chopped down the furniture to make a fire in the past two days. Today, there was nothing to burn.

In this house, there were only her and the child.

She knew very well that they were "abandoned". No one was willing to live with them because they were afraid of trouble and they would be a burden.

Yes, she had managed to escape from the sea city with great difficulty, but her husband, parents, and parents-in-law were all buried in the corpses. Now she has no one to rely on.

Two days ago, she was still able to do some simple work in exchange for meager food, but starting today, her hands were so frozen that she couldn't do anything. Her

hands and feet were already frozen, and if she didn't take measures, they would break and rot.

The deeper despair in her heart was that if this continued, she and her child would freeze to death in this room.

She wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to, for fear that her tears would freeze and freeze her face and damage her eyes.

The end of the world is extremely difficult, and for a single mother like her, it is even more difficult.

"Mom, I'm thirsty..."

The child was only 6 years old. He had been hungry for a whole day without a drop of water. There was no work and no food distribution. Even if he worked, there might not be food. Although there was ice outside, the ice needed to be melted to get water.

If he licked it directly, his tongue would stick to the ice and he couldn't tear it off.

"Be patient, baby."

The child looked at her with his black eyes and said nothing. After experiencing the death of his loved ones one by one, the little boy quickly matured and became sensible. He

used to be a child who was held in the palm of his hand by the whole family. He had endless delicious food to eat and had to be chased to feed him when he ate. But now, even drinking a glass of hot water is a luxury.

He looked at his mother. His mother had frostbite on her face, ears, and hands, and her cheeks were thin.

His mother, who was so beautiful, stylish, and charming, now looked emaciated.

He felt very distressed.

His mother told him to bear it, and he did.

Even though his stomach was growling with hunger.

He had not eaten enough every day for more than a month.

"It's hot, so hot, so hot!"

someone outside shouted, taking off his clothes piece by piece.

He rolled on the ground, as if he was enjoying a hot spring, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Soon he was motionless, as if he was asleep, with a layer of frost on his body.

Mu Ning closed her eyes. She knew very well that he was a person who could not stand the cold. His brain sent out wrong instructions, making him have the illusion of heat.

He would take off his clothes piece by piece, and finally freeze to death in the cold wind.

This kind of thing has happened many times, especially tonight.

This gave Mu Ning an illusion that dying like this would be a happier thing, better than living in such a hopeless way!

But when she saw the child's pointed face, she immediately dismissed the idea.

No, she couldn't die, she couldn't just sit there and wait to die, otherwise how could she face her relatives in the underworld.

"Baby, wait for mommy... Mommy's going to go out for a while..."

Mu Ning bit her lip.

The lame man upstairs coveted her beauty and hinted to her several times that he would give her some food as long as she was willing.

The lame man was ugly, uneducated, and vulgar. As an urban white-collar worker, she once earned 300,000 a month, but she wouldn't even look at him.

But the cripple had awakened his C-level superpowers, and after getting the status of a team member, he could get a lot of food and coal every day.

Now she couldn't care less. Since she wasn't afraid of death, why would she be afraid of sleeping with others twice a day?

Is it sad? It's sad.

Is it painful? It's painful.

But for the sake of the child and herself, she had to hold her nose and endure it.

"If it could be warmer..."

She thought with some extravagant hope, and then she went out with a wry smile.

Extravagant hope is nothing more than extravagant hope.

Now, warmth is also a luxury.

She was about to open the door, but the child suddenly said, "Mom, I feel so warm."

Mu Ning's heart twitched. Could it be that the child couldn't hold on any longer?

She rushed over in two steps, and sure enough, she saw the child pulling the quilt and taking off his clothes.

In an instant, she turned pale.

"What are you doing?!"

She rushed over and pressed the quilt tightly.

"Don't take it off, do you hear me? Don't take it off!"

The child looked at her in confusion, with a happy smile on his face: "But mom, I'm so hot, it's really not cold now, it's warm!"

"Warm?"

Mu Ning was so distressed that she almost fainted. In her nervous state, she did not realize that the room had become warmer.

She tried hard to press the child's quilt, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her body.

Until the sweat increased and flowed down from her forehead.

She was stunned.

She reached out and wiped her face, wiping away the sweat.

"Sweat?"

Mu Ning was extremely surprised.

"Mom, it's so hot."

The child's cheeks were red and his hair was wet with sweat.

Obviously, he was very hot.

She immediately pulled back the quilt, and a wave of hot air hit her.

She sweated even more and immediately took off a few clothes.

"What's going on? Is the cold wave over?"

She looked out the window, but it wasn't. It was still snowing outside.

"Wait a minute, Mom will go get some ice and bring it into the house to melt." In any case

, the house became warm, and the biggest survival problem was solved. Mu Ning thanked Shang Cang in her heart, took a basin and planned to go outside to get some snow to melt and drink.

Drip, drip.

At this time, she heard a sound of dripping water outside the window. She

looked over and found that a red plum blossom had appeared outside at some point.

The red plum blossom is like fire. This is not a metaphor, but the flowers on it really release flames. The radiated temperature makes the room warm up, and the temperature reaches 24 or 25 degrees.

Outside the window, a huge red plum tree stands proudly in the wind and snow, stretching its branches into each room to release heat.

The red flowers and blazing hot flames are the warmest place in this severe cold.

Puff!

She knelt down at once, deeply grateful to the red plum tree.

She didn't know where it came from, but it saved them and their child, but it was a fact.